Six years later.
Aiden Blake, now seventeen, lived a life carved out in the shadows of unremembered terror. His nights were wracked with dreams he couldn't explain—machines humming in grotesque rhythms, eyes like molten gold staring into his soul, voices whispering in languages he couldn't name.
But every morning, he woke up with no memory of what he dreamed. Just a racing heart and a deep, gnawing dread that something was wrong. Deeply, cosmically wrong.
Then came the visions.
They started subtly. A broken glass before it fell. A stray dog crossing the road seconds before it did. Then more disturbing things—a car accident two streets over that hadn't happened yet. A fire. A scream. A shadow.
And one night, a vision that froze the blood in his veins: ships descending from the sky, blotting out the sun, turning cities to ash.
And a single word burned into his mind: "Return."